natsagdorj

[ABIBAS]

jil oroh ym gene... hugshin uu zaluu yu?

[byambaa12]

би энэ жил 15 хүрж байна

[Bone-LLoyd]

Дагз

[soko_mj]

залуухан л байндаг

[ABIBAS]

Дагз

ats

[Atheist]

24 hursen mortloo odoo hurtel 21tei yum shig sanagdaad bdag shd, haaya hun nas asuuhaar za bz hedtei bilee gej zarimdaa bodohiin

[Dagz]

Дагз

Yaagaad namaig duudaad bgan be?

[Sparkle Liya]

Gyyy ee mun erelt saitai hyn shyy! =)))

[ЭГЭЛ_]

100 giin quarter iig ch naslaagui bj yamar umnii hugshin!

[ABIBAS]

this song stayed with me when i was shattered

[Төгөлдөрмаа]

this song stayed with me when i was shattered

stay strong yung stunna

[ABIBAS]

there are times even the mountains would crumble.

[Төгөлдөрмаа]

Im here for u, like Allstate bby

[ABIBAS]

Jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow jon snow

[Bone-LLoyd]

Нацагдорж этр

[ABIBAS]

this song reminds me juri. her simple dark blue dress with vanilla colored flowers and white slightly worn out but clean ballerina shoes dancing, twisting on crudely paved road in the green suburbs of spring seattle. grasses uncut, trees growing almost wildly on which fresh blooming flowers that smell like the spring in seattle. her curly shoulder length dark hair waved as she hopped descended the downhill roads littered with bright colored petals. i thought i kinda didn't like her flattish ended nose back then, but to think again it made her smile stand out.
the day, the hour feels like some distant mirage or a dream that was never true. feels like a grained film from decades ago.
its not like this song was played that day, though it seems like the perfect potrayal of that day somewhere in the spring of 2006.

[ABIBAS]

[ABIBAS]

If it had not been for these things, I might have live out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have die, unmarked, unknown, a failure. Now we are not a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life could we hope to do such work for tolerance, for justice, for man's understanding of man as we now do by accident. Our words—our lives—our pains—nothing! The taking of our lives—lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fish peddler—all! That last moment belongs to us—that agony is our triumph.